I am still in the doldrums. But now it is worse. I did finish the sleeve of the sweater I mentioned. I would show you a picture but it is hard to take a picture of a half finished sweater that doesn’t end up looking like a picture of a dead body. So never mind. You will just have to trust me. The problem now is I made some adjustments to the sleeves so they would actually fit without being painted on tight and now I have too many stitches for the prescribed decreases. This means I have to do math. And at the moment, I am really not in the mood.
The doldrums are worse now because I have added another project to the mix.
This is (part of) a sock. Specifically this is part of a Pointelle sock from knit. sock. love. by Cookie A. This is a book I should own, but I do not. So I checked it out of the library to knit these socks. The problem is, I still have about 20 rows of the leg to knit on this the first sock, and I can already tell they are going to be too small around for my big fat (kind people call them athletic) calves. This is discouraging because I have so enjoyed knitting it. Now I don’t know what to do and this is discouraging. So discouraging in fact that I may have to start a third project just to keep my spirits up.
Hey look, I finished my socks. Yay me.
This is the yarn I dyed myself earlier this year. I am quite pleased with how they turned out. They are pretty wacky, but I like them.
I did these from the toe up, so I don’t know how long they will last. I seem to have better luck getting socks to last when I knit them from the top down. But, I like knitting from the toe up because you don’t have to knit a gauge swatch. It’s true. You just cast on for the toe and keep increasing until it fits. Awesome.
Now apparently I have to knit some bandages for Princess O’s stuffed animal veterinary practice. Then, it’s time to suck it up and cast on 700+ stitches for the wrap I want to make. Just the thought of it makes me want to lie down.
I bet I’m the only one around here who’s done this
The other day I actually stabbed myself in the hand with a knitting needle. I am not even kidding. I reached down to pick up my knitting, apparently with a little more force than usual, and the tip of one of the needles went right into my hand. Ouch. And all this time I thought that was impossible. Silly me.
The good news is it didn’t do much damage. I mean, without getting too ishy, it didn’t do much more than break the surface. I just went “Aaahh! (insert bad words here)” and pulled it out again. And it was just a size one needle. Those are very tiny. The last bit of good news is that it wasn’t a wooden knitting needle, which I suspect would have broken. I suspect that would have been a slightly bigger problem.
Today it just kind of looks like a mosquito bite. And I didn’t even get blood on the yarn. I was pleased about that.
Here is a picture of Sock One.
Sock two is still on the needles. I am so done with these socks, but unfortunately, I am not finished, if you know what I mean. This yarn did not knit up quite as cute as I thought it would, and it has been fighting me every step of the way. I don’t think it wants to be socks, but since it is sock yarn, it doesn’t have much choice.